Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.